Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Won't you please come to Chicago?
10:30 pm--the eve of AWP. I'm exhausted from the planes but happy to be here. A weird trip, however. First off, the hardware holding the strap to my laptop case spontaneously shatters (lesson one: don't buy cheap briefcases at Marshalls!). Is this an omen? Next, the turbo-prop scheduled to take me from Ithaca to LaGuardia breaks on the tarmac. I later heard that the pilot heard a popping sound when it was landing--never a good thing. A hectic re-booking not just on different flights, but on different airlines. A few hours later I'm standing at a counter in Philadelphia, being told that yes, I've been booked on a flight to Chicago, but no, they don't have a seat for me. I'll just have to wait to see if one opens up (it does). After that, high clouds and turbulence and a very shaky, but successful landing. Now I'm at the Congress Plaza Hotel typing this; a hotel that may or may not be in the middle of a labor dispute. It's old and ornate and filled with AWP conventioneers (do we get mouse-eared hats with our registration packet?). Big day tomorrow: 11 am--book signing at Cervena Barva Press table; 4:45 U of AZ MFA reading will Amy Pence, Val Martinez, Ann Cummins and others. I'm feeling all "writerly" and stuff! Mostly, it'll be fun.
Posted by Roger W. Hecht at 8:49 PM